Friday August 17th, the day after I flew home from Toronto, was a wonderful day. I woke up early next to my sweetie, in our giant comfortable bed with the sun shining in the window and the birds singing outside. We got up, went and got some coffee and headed to the store to buy something for breakfast. We got back to our beautiful little apartment and cooked up a feast of pancakes, hash-browns, and sausages. Afterwards we went out to sit on our porch, the sun was still rising and casting its glow on the yard, the air was fresh, and I was home. I was so incredibly happy, I told Joel that this was the perfect day. Joel went inside to grab a drink and when he came back out we talked of our time away from each other and he talked of the time he spent reflecting on his life while in Utah. His voice was soft and low and he was saying such sweet things about me and our relationship, about how I make him a better man and that he likes who he is when he is with me and that he doesn't ever want to lose that. I was getting a bit teary eyed listening to him and then he said slowly and sweetly "So, I asked your father if..." and at the same time he began to reach into his pocket, and then he started to get down on one knee as he continued to speak, and then it was all over for me. Joel opened the little black box and inside was the most perfect ring, at that point I was already crying and I may have cut off his proposal a bit with my enthusiastic yes. I was so happy, gosh I'm still so happy. Joel said he had his doubts about whether I would say yes, but there was no doubt for me there was not even a moment of hesitation.
We have been together for five years and we've lived together nearly that long. Over the summer we both had the same thought of how the titles of "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" are not substantial enough to describe our relationship. Fiance sounds much better don't you think?
That's my ring! I have a diamond (my very first diamond actually) and it's gorgeous and yes I'm going to brag about it. How could I not marry a guy who shops all over, eventually driving two and a half hours to a pawn shop to hunt down this perfect ring. And it is perfect, except it needs to be resized, but I'm not ready to hand it over for that yet.
XoXo
XoXo
Jessa

























































